With tears forming gentle streams, <br />I fear that life <br />Is nothing but ugly puddles <br />In the broken beer-bottle night, <br />That the stars <br />Will fade and fail to shine, <br />That the faces <br />Of everyone I love <br />Will grow as dark <br />And lonely as mine. <br /> <br />I hear little birds <br />Singing songs <br />In a fragile ecological world <br />Unsafe and dying. <br /> <br />And does God <br />Hear the numerous prayers I pray <br />For a wounded young girl <br />Who doesn’t comprehend <br />Just how tightly and tenderly <br />She needs to be held?<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sadness-in-every-direction/
